Drop A Big Lie 소설 & 이야기

All of which were true, even if the truth itself was a lie. When Noah graduated college, I cried harder than I had in years. He got a job in New York big lights, big stage, big world. I packed his bags and kissed his forehead. “Call me every Sunday,” I said, fighting tears. He hugged me so tightly that I almost broke and told him everything. But I didn’t. Months passed. Then one Sunday, his voice sounded different. “Mom… I met someone. Well, not like that. A man. Older. He hired me. We talk a lot.”

Grandpa doesn't know about this, he will never accept me doing this but it's not about him, it's about me and for my sake, I will tell my first lie. The second tear dropped when the last hair dropped to the floor, my long hair was gone and all that was left was short trimmed hair. Staring at myself in the mirror, I was convinced I got the look I wanted, the look of a man or rather a boy because I look so small. This is a sacrifice I have to give to get the life I want, and this is my very first lie I'm going to tell and the world will believe me without a doubt. I never wanted to define myself with a lie, but I guess something, it has to start oddly to end happily. I pushed myself off the fl

As if determined to tear away the last of the pretense, I reached out to touch that red mark. But Trey suddenly stepped back and instinctively tugged his collar up higher. "I got scratched by a branch on the way back," he said calmly, then pressed his lips tight. I lowered my gaze and dug my nails deep into my palms, using the sharp sting to push back the burning in my eyes. When Trey lied, the corners of his mouth would tighten ever so slightly. It was a habit he hadn't even realized he had. He was lying to me. "Is it serious? Want me to dress it for you?" I asked.

others. To you. We lied because lying was easier than truth. Because false hope was better than honest despair. Because pretending cure existed was preferable to accepting permanent torture. We lied. We knew we lied. We continued lying. Because lying allowed us to continue. To endure. To exist. Without lie, without false hope, without pretended belief... we would have nothing. No reason to continue. No justification for enduring. No purpose for existing. We would have only suffering. Only torture. Only agony. Nothing else. Just pain. Forever. We could not accept that. Could not endure that. Could not exist with that. So we lied. We created false hope. We pretended cure existed. We acted as

That was intended to be some kind of joke, though it's true, but Angelique stays dead serious. "Like what?" she asks, after a while. "Like how good you are at saying the perfect things to hurt someone... I honestly don't care if you do it with anyone else, but you need to stop doing it with me," I say, because it's at the top of my list, "Your lies, too. I will never recover from that first big lie you told, you know what I’m talking about. About us.” “I know. I regret that one,” she whispers, embarrassed, “I never meant for it to get so big.”

Nagkibit siya ng balikat ang nag-iwas ng tingin. I pursed my lips before I spoke. "How I wish, it didn't came this far." "This is better, Elie than to leave in lies. We all played with lies and finally, the time has come." He muttered and looked at me seriously. "It's so hard to live in lies, everyday Elie and I couldn't even tell it to you." He added and his tears fell.

“After all he’s done?” Alpha Jackson lifts a hand. “He is still my son,” he says carefully. Then, after a pause, “And so are you.” Cole flinches at that. “He was only eighteen,” Alpha Jackson continues. “People… make mistakes when they’re young. I’m not asking you to forget. But I am asking you to bury the hatch before I step down.” His eyes land on me. “Scarlett,” he says gently, “I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive my son.”